Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (January 2022)

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Archdemon Empress Luna

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Everyone was happy at the moment, and Luna wasn't allowed to join in and drink since her husband had forbidden it too.

She thought he was just as usual—a paranoid husband--but the birth attendant had warned them against drinking any alcohol since that might make her lose the baby as well.

Neither of them wanted to sacrifice their child's life, so Luna listened to these women carefully and followed every one of their strict rules on what to do and not to do.

As a new mother destined to die, Luna couldn't risk harming the baby.

She was determined to make her lips stay away from goblets' rims now. Butt the Wine Tasting Party wasn't helping at all as a subtle yet seductive temptation kept whispering in her ear.

Hazelnut Manor served as a warm and comfortable refuge to the outside world.

Yet, she had this gut feeling that this was simply the calm before the storm.

Luna took Apollyon's outstretched hand, grateful that Apollyon had listened to her request so that she wouldn't feel left out in this aristocratic jungle where 'civilized' predators in velvet coats, wigs, elfin ears, colourful wings,  suits and gowns size each other up with covert glances.

If they had deemed themselves weaker after the comparison, they would stalk potential prey to exercise their power on them.

Like demons, ruthless Autumn Faeries would feed their ego from other people's fears hey and make themselves feel better.

Apollyon, the offspring of a pureblood vampire and a mentally unstable vampiric Fae, could have done that to her with ease, considering the earlier arguments they had.

In addition to that, her husband was a bit adamant that she would return to the royal bedchamber, hide her in one of those secret rooms or just basically any place that would remove her from the public eye.

But he hadn't resorted to dragging her there as if she was an ill-mannered child in front of the guests.

They simply assumed that they were having a quick rendezvous inside that tiny door at the corner of the terrace.

She might have fanned the flames of her husband's ire but at least, he was allowing her to enjoy the celebration.

"I am loving the future you had envisioned, beloved and this wouldn't be the first and the last Wine Tasting you have." As he circled an arm around her waist, Apollyon guided her to stand behind him.  Her lips cracked a dazzling smile at him, appreciating the fact that her husband still made efforts to include her. "You should know that I will never let you go alone if that happened." his warm Prussian Blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he searched her face while wearing a Cheshire Cat grin. "I will  teach you since it was getting obvious that you are bored with the celebration."  Both of them glanced down at the various choices of wine on the long tables. "Hopefully, that might encourage you to go back to our royal bedchamber with me and leave everyone here to enjoy the wines?"

'Again?'

So the Vampire King still hadn't changed his mind about that?

And, here Luna thought he would finally stop coaxing her to do what he wanted. Instead of being riled up, Luna covered her mouth as she gasped softly.

"Oh my." This time, her mild reaction was infinitely better and Apollyon seemed surprised.

She wouldn't harm the babes if she stopped her blood pressure from rising. "Such a naughty host you are." Luna slapped his upper arm and proceeded to stroke the sinewy muscles she felt underneath the fabric. Then, she clung to his arm and slightly pulled him so that she could whisper in his ear. "Dream on, husband."

Recovering from her initial shock, Apollyon let out a deep chuckle. "Well. I was hoping I could persuade you—"

From the drowsy yet intoxicated look of his gaze, it seemed like her husband was in his cups.

He already had quite a few drinks for himself and he looked like he was prepared to seduce her again.

Her previously irate husband was now eager to banter.

How mercurial!

His wine-scented breath smelled delicious and magical, awakening deep feelings inside of her that was long since buried.

It reminded her of the past where she and Apollyon would make sweet, passionate love with each other without a care in the world, without minding the growing seed in her stomach.

Sometimes, Apollyon can be an animal in bed.

An insatiable lover who desired it hard and rough that Luna could barely match up to his libido.

Yet, he never forced her if she wanted to rest, never treated his wife badly as if she owed him one just because she was his mate.

Apollyon can be like the devil when it came to the art of seduction.

His lips and tongue usually did all the persuasion and he didn't even have to say a word to get all those drawers dropping on the floor.

She still loved that side of him and considered it as a challenge to tame such a wild beast, to wrap him in her arms without resistance.

He was weak for her, Apollyon told her that.

There were moments where she was tempted to see how far he was willing to go before he drew the line and cut her off.

Or perhaps, it was her Archdemon side that had spoken. It was alarming how Lilith appeared to have influenced her way of thinking.

Sometimes, the charming rake can turn into a  doting husband who made love to her slowly and gently as if she was as fragile as a diamond-cut rose that he kept in his study at the Vampire Realm.

Her sensitive nose continue to inhale as much as she could before it was too late before she lost the elusive desire that her mind and body could barely recognize now that it was too fixated on Ravin's Archdemon blood.